Peter Quill Novels & Stories

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

“Ask any of his pack members.” “Alpha Quirin is an excellent Alpha. Luna Kennedy is a kind and loving Luna. Together, they are a powerful team and great leaders. If you’re worried about how Alpha Quirin will treat you, imagine that you are his pack member and someone threatens his pack. This,” the warrior, Randall, says gesturing to the remains of Alpha Christer, “this is what happens to anyone who threatens our pack.”

“Oh yeah. We’ve heard of her. She’s mated now?” “Yep, to Raptor, the leader of Alpha Squad.” “Oh my goddess, mother! I need to apply for the Warrior Academy,” Kira says. “Jude told us his codename is Hacker. Do you have one yet?” Dane asks. “I do. Thankfully, Jude gave me a better one than I gave myself. When I started digging around to get information about someone for my brother, I used the name Peter Pan. Silly, right?” I ask. “I think it’s adorable,” his mother says, putting her arm around me and leading me to the car while the guys get our bags.

"We shall remain true to the blood, and I will protect and cherish you, always." Peter didn't wait. He set the scrolls aside, leaned down, and claimed my lips in a kiss that tasted of victory and a terrifying kind of forever. "Alright, my Luna, time to show the world our new rank," Peter said with a playful, dangerous grin. He pulled several fat envelopes stuffed with cash from his jacket, shoving a handful into my grasp. Then he grabbed my hand, leading me out and handing them out to everyone we passed. Council guards? Here’s a tribute!

“That unfilial son, is he really here?” The old lady took a deep breath. Her face which was full of wrinkles gave a meaningful look. “Grandma York, he’s here. Moreover, the number one God of War, Ethan Hunt is also with him at his side. He even addresses him as the Chief Instructor!” Queenie said nonchalantly as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. “Heh, he was just lucky that he didn’t die when he was enlisted to the Eurasian battlefield. Did he really think that he’s somebody just because he’s being addressed as the Chief Instructor?

With that in mind, he had paid no small sum to hire the three old men from Glenpawa Mountain—who each had extraordinary martial arts skills—to hopefully help his son recover… Either way, after sitting by Quaan’s side for a while to check his condition, one of the elderly men eventually said, “…Hmm… Young Master Wroe’s condition is really serious!” “How serious are we talking about here, Me. Quarles?” asked Quid in a worried tone. As Quid had stated, the old person went by Lidorn Quarles, and he had already entered the Third rank in the Avatar Realm.

Shaw comments. The witch just nods in thanks to the comment made by my brother, who once again, just today, caught me and Sawyer by surprise, since he is the crankiest among us. Shaw is what many call playboy, the rich, spoiled guy who has what he wants and at the time he wants, but contrary to what he makes everyone think about him, deep down me and Sawyer know he saved himself, to our mate. To our Pandora. When I think of her name, I hear foliage moving and branches being broken. We instinctively look at the forest and see Pandora emerging from it. I and my brothers ran towards her and hugged her tight.

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

Time had etched deeper lines on his face since our last encounter. But Percival wasn't alone. A young man, a mirror image of his father, stood beside him. And a teenage girl, clutching the young man's hand, triggered a flicker of recognition. An image flashed in my mind. "Sara Douglas?" The girl curtseyed awkwardly, seeking behind Alpha Percival's son, who I presumed to be Quinn, renowned for his strength and heir to the Silvermoon pack. Confusion knotted my brow. What in the moon was going on here?